Something has happened,
It’s nothing good.
I want to tell it,
But its impossible.
I'll just end up crying like I always do,
Because, I know I won’t be able to tell it the way it exactly is.
Because, I know tears would fall.
It’s Impossible --
They see it,
The cuts and the red eyes.
It is my way of coping.
It is my way of being a strong woman.
That is because I know that I would be able to stand right back up.
Just let it go --